| Everyone is standing 'round
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| Waiting for their high
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| You feel the world turn upside down
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| When you step inside
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| Need a drink of water
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| To keep you standing up
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| Right now she means everything
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| And you’re not enough
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| Now you’re here again
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| 'Cause it had you convinced
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| That you were part of something
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| You haven’t found since
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| See her making tracks
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| For somewhere far away
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| Think that you might join her
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| If she’d let you stay
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| Everything looks good
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| And if it don’t you twist it right
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| Everything you see you see tonight
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| Through rose colored glasses
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| Finally you speak
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| The truth comes out
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| And your world is inflated
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| 'Cause it’s all you think about
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| You can’t stop staring
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| You don’t want to ask
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| With everything in common
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| It won’t last
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| Through rose colored glasses
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| Half alive you step inside
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| Your helium balloon
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| It’s the only way
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| To rise above the room
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| It’s temporary
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| The colors getting soft
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| The groove goes on forever
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| Only you can get you off
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| Rose colored glasses
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| Rose colored glasses
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| Rose colored glasses
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| Rose colored glasses |